Harlequin Valentine, or Lustprinzip & Todestrieb


Recent­ly I had a dream where­in I was re­peated­ly meeting a dark-hair­ed wo­man, pre­domi­nant­ly in my work­place and other day-to-day en­viron­ments. On a very literal level – as far as any such thing exists in dreams – it was just some­one who appear­ed to take plea­sure in my com­pany and who came to see me often, me enjoying her com­pany and the atten­tion it brought, but not desi­ring any rela­tions beyond friend­ship. My self-effacing side would say she was a pro­jec­tion of latent nar­cissism. However, on an emo­tional and sym­bolic level, there was a deeper attrac­tion, but at the same time a mortal fear or sense of danger. This see­ming­ly normal woman was at some non-apparent level a femme fatale. […Read more…]